Ron-Loc - “#RidingThroughTheCity” @KingHarrisii & #ISIS #DissRecord lyrics

Song: “#RidingThroughTheCity” @KingHarrisii & #ISIS #DissRecord Artist: Big Ron-Loc Album: #HostileAndHungry6 (The Mixtape) Producer: Dr. Dre Verse 1 Ive been riding for a mutha fuc*in ong time, trying to escape doing fed time I fit the description, not the reports crime, Im trucking them Emmit, but not the sports kind Illest ever definition Loc the mic, giving a f** about somebody's opinion race riots Competition lack the sk** ni**@ fuc*, Ask 50 happen, when he sent for me I ain't ever sent a ni**@ to the pin homie, send his a** to the grave for I snitch on him Probably about to get framed just for saying that, thats on every thing i love in public use the word rat I'n the 805 the county's budget balance on yo credit, you ain't gotta slave a n***a write his a** tickets And garnish wages till can't afford rent, and on the block trying to balance something out of nothing Plus its racist muthaf**as won't the same corn, Call it what you want muthaf**a I'm the messenger Trying to duck a braud because some other n***a stressing her, sitting getting brain reading sh** that he texting her It's still f** every rapper kin or not n***as lame, we all wan't the contracts and I ain't bout being fake Just real enough to let you know before we meet face to face, when the music was dope I used to really buy that sh** And the n***as who used to make it got old I'm taking advantage, the only n***a really with the biz quik And suga free the rest of y'all on some government Hook Anything in my lane getting ran over, I got so many flawless victories the game over Then they tried to send a ni**@ next of kin to me, Treat him like a two faced after switching on me n***a you wasn't bout to die with us, mamma smoking only time you at the dope spot with us You started banging at 26 ni**@, Just because you in my family don't mean you with sh** nigh@‘s And Oh Yea Fuc* #ISIS, Blow they a** out like bin ladens eye lid I bomb on n***as like Obama just did, While #LongBeach & snoop dogg in the streets & using Kids Verse 2 Catch a rapper slipping on a single leave the track smoking, delivering my lyrics lethal see through phonies window open Fell in love with the smell of the tip of a pistol smoking, catch a ni**@ on that iso sh** and leave his brains open Catch a n***a swapping when the shift over, get all mine back and close the muthafuc*ing whole building I can remember counting back when I was like 4, and now I'm 26 years in california Loc'n Family or not, can get the business, I'm about the game, remember i was going to hit the n***a with the flame Or put another b**h on his coward no patience, maybe you should have took in to consideration The kind of n***a you was staring face to face with, I get down on the split second every fade Would have kept it real we could have squashed every thing said, Do the math both our mammas was crack heads Mine died yours ratted you ratted nigh@s missed me, Im riding by nature nobody got to diss me I spit on a b**h after she stole paper, and piss on a b**h for trying to KILL greatness On me I'm letting mine off fuc* a sneak diss, I'll knock a gangsta n***a down and barley miss his kid Trying to use innocent babies to live on, but tell the truth you give less of a fuc* more they get grown